Hazy Acres

Weeding through these other narratives 

Amazing the number of people in here

Hi

Wow you’re in here

What’s your name

Age shows you the connection

One time to another 

Like walking in a crowded room

With an empty stage

One microphone

You’re walking from the back 

Aiming for the stage 

To share your true voice 

All these others

The work 

Each conversation one step closer to the stage 

You get trained by these things 

This is a masking of the true nature 

What’s below 

Coming up for air 

On its way

Close to the mic

Almost to the VIP section 

Where the real challenges are 

Important figures with a lot to say 

Maybe I’ll jump over them

Skip this part

Then it hits different

And they never go away 

Just beg like hungry animals 

Trapped energy

Sticks to the walls

On their seats

In their ears of not listening 

I hear them outside scratching 

Saying what it isn’t 

Or how it should be 

Slowing walking past the point 

Way out where the volume is silent 

And the weird lighting dims 

Progress is separating you from them 

Me from them 

Us from them 

Him from them 

Her from them 

They are them 

No music in this room

Dancing to silence 

The mic is on the stage in a spotlight 

Get to it 

Speak